leader Follow me into a solo Get in the flow and you can picture like a photo Music mixed mellow maintains to make Melodies for M.C.'s motivates the
into the A.M., the master spoon feedin' Out a jumper, you're bumpin' a freak while I'm G'n Peter let the record spin, Serch'll get a second wind Motivate
become worms (I feel good as new, good as new, good as new, good as new....) The people are dead, but the money keeps talking [Aesop] Another dark night
ears ya start eatin up ya words and beatin up ya nerves and ya soul gets bruised but you bleed and then you learn then you lead into the worst evil
world it turns, He fills his hand to fill the void, And fuels the constant feeling, Of nothingness inside his soul. Feels like nothing ever did. Kills like nothing ever could. Dark
' "i can see you seeing some things" and i said "yeah, well thanks for noticing. What gave it away - my poker limbs? Cross examined while my hands were busy closing things up into
the blade was dull and worn. Pieces members and organs thrown into the bag, Emanating noxious odor makes one gag, Disposal the motive why the bag was
and stare at you I don't want to know "Vanishing" Disappear Disappear Higher Higher Into the air Slowly disappear No, no longer here Disappear Disappear Thinner, thinner Into
Follow me into a solo Get in the flow and you can picture like a photo Music mixed mellow maintains to make Melodies for MC's motivates the breaks I
W. Griffin) Follow me into a solo, get in the flow, And you could picture, like a photo, Music makes mellow, maintains to make, Melodies for MCs, motivates
Go Forever falling into oblivion The darkness crawls forward It engulfs my will to live Fear is failure and this is my motivation Take back what was
s shone, spit out the combine I'm tryin' to make my exit real quick We leave no form of evidence [Chorus] Bakin' slugs out the dark Wild shoot-outs through
A long time ago A storm ripped my heart She's mean but I'm letting you know This is the end Oh, here in the dark, the taste is sweet Out in the park,
Feeling bitter, uninspired, I lacked necessities required, fall short of every goal aspired, be still my pounding fists... Beating at concrete frustration, your endless pressing expectations, transform into my motivation
Backstreet ways Crowded dorways The darkness scares you Do you dare to look into those eyes Their kindness must disguise Ulterior motives Will you ever
hunting with his suite. Fiercely chasing a a deer he loses his companions, and in the growing darkness he falls with his horse into a deep pit - the
straight, it's called race That motivate the jake (woo-woo) to give chase Say they want you successful, but that ain't the case You livin large, your skin is dark